[Verse 1: Callon B]

Dreads sticking up like antennas on my head

I must be dreaming think I might go back to bed, then he rest

Frank hit me with a text, I understood and locked the screen

It's not important what it said but after that eyes on the scene

Loud and clear I'm good to go, you hear me now and now is Gold

I got bars, trust, even if I leave with out my phone

To in touch to get in touch with, ain't no service in the Country

How I'm living, leave a message and a thumbprint when I check it

Serve Subpoena, Service Workers intercept it

Drop a bomb, ease dropping off of someone else calls

Keeping record, for your records mine Akashic

I'm a Crystal or a coil, call me Tesla I could shock ya

My provider is much higher, check my net growth ha

I'm blacked out like dead phones, its nuttin

What? huh? leave em in the dead zone fuck em

Cuz i said so fuck it

[Bridge: Frank]

Tell em fuck em

Yeah yeah, stuck in that, stuck in the dead zone fuck em

Ya, stuck in the dead zone, stuck in the dead zone

No sales on your cell phone and wheres all the money?

I guess its in hells home

Ay hold up ima keep trying to get ahold of Simple right quick, iight?

[Verse 2: Frank]

(Callon - Hey can you hear me?)

Young Callon got his dreads grown looking for a red bone

Me to these chicks just keep coming every time a nigga speak

Their knees get weak loving me

And I ain't even peaked, I pre heated the oven

Getting ready to eat on these beats man I needed something

That would keep me on my feet, my cleats just keep running the game I'm like Dee Dee I reach the delete button

And erase these rappers

(Frank) Who do you think that I am?

I heard your tape and I thought that you should rename it to catching some Zzz's because asleep yes I am

(Word) Is this how we treating the fam?

If bars were like drugs than I'm Adderall when you rap it sounds like you have been eating them xans

(Serve) But shouts out to Izzy cuz he is the man

I'm peeping the plan, back to the Chi town he's leaving again doin deeds for the fam

(Yeah) Real niggas know that theres no need to explain

And when they ask us how we got the game on lock its prolly cuz we got them keys on our brain

[Verse 3: Simple]

I've been this paid since the 5th grade, graded papers, A's getting shit straight

Since 12' working on the same mixtape, I changed my rap name three times on this tape

And I been working on my Pimp Hand my wrist weights

Take a risk watch me skip across this lake cuz I'm stoned

Fuckin alarm on my phone keep going, can't find it in the couch cushions

Whats thissss? I found 3 xans, an empty can of Busch Light and an ashed Swisher thats bitter

Rap fixer, shit I drops fresh as Cat litter

Mac user Apple computer, I never had trouble shootin

I also never had to do it

I write my raps in Sharpie, because I'm fuckin perfect

All I do is fuckin work and wonder if it's fuckin worth it

All I do is puff herb and ponder if these cuff links are popping with the shoes that I walk in

I dont concern myself with the problems that I cannot change

So I decided to take the blame for what I'm hidin

But you'll never see inside of me

Smoking mirrors, smokin mirrors from the hour long shower

Bong ripper, rap cypher spitter

By myself when no one listens, or should I slow down for a minute?

Pause for a second......and get right back in it

Take a breath of fresh air with some purp rolled in it

Finally pick a fuckin call up when the doe run thinner

Tae Kwon Do, Sensei Don Dripper

Kanye in my speakers Perion and Perrier spiller

Don't come to my Villa, unless you got a plan for business

But please, tell me that you brought some bitches

Locked in a room without of my senses

Vision is excellent, HD specialist

Only buy the best of shit, pussy my preference

Money still 1st and weed a close 2nd with

Codeine on my Cigarettes, co-co-codeine-ne on my Cigarettes

YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD IT???

(Unplanned phone call between Simple & Callon B)